Boyd pulled her close once more, burying his face in her hair."I thought I'd lost ye," he whispered."When the maid told me she'd seen men dragging ye away, I've never felt so much fear in my life.And then when I saw that blade coming down..."
His voice broke entirely.
"All is well, husband," Bella murmured, holding him tight."I am hale and we are both together."
Boyd pulled back slightly, his hand going to the pendants around their necks.Two halves of the sun, catching the afternoon light.
"Two halves," he murmured.
"Made whole," Bella finished.
They stood there, holding each other, taking a moment to just breathe and remember that they were alive, they were together, and nothing would ever tear them apart again.
***
Chapter 21
Three months later.
Things had finally settled at MacKinnon Keep.The king had exiled Bryce and his men to a remote isle in the Outer Hebrides.The past few months had been busy with Boyd dealing with clan and royal matters, while Bella enjoyed her role as wife and mistress of the Keep.But every few weeks they would steal away to their cottage by the loch and spend time isolated from their duties and just focus on each other.
Today was one of those days.
They were both naked except for their matching pendants.Boyd was seated on a large armchair in the bothy with Bella straddling him and riding his hardened length with abandon.She was holding onto his shoulders, raising her hips repeatedly, impaling herself repeatedly on his rigid shaft.Boyd was in awe of his wife's stamina, and he was defenseless against her onslaught.
Their faces were close together as they stared at one another.His hands grasped her rounded globes to help control her movements as he helped lift her up and down, thrusting halfway to meet her each time, his large hands and fingers digging into her flesh as he threatened to spill too soon.
Bella's breasts bounced before him, and he leaned forward several times to clasp a hardened peak into his mouth and suckle for dear life.He would always feel her grasp him and tighten even more around his length and that had them both groaning and panting with abandon.
Boyd loved this.All of it.Their coupling was passionate and loud, and he reveled in how much his wife had come out of her shell and resembled the Bella of old who was vibrant and alive and not afraid to live life to the fullest.
"Harder, husband, I need ye!"Bella shouted.
And Boyd quickened the pace and took her roughly.
"Aye!"she screamed."Keep doing that."
